Representative Poetry Online
On this day: April 2nd
Random Poem of the Day
2The scythe-swept fields are silent. Slowly home
3By the long beach the high-piled hay-carts come,
4Splashing the pale salt shallows. Over wide
5Fawn-coloured wastes of mud the slipping tide,
6Round the dun rocks and wattled fisheries,
7Creeps murmuring in. And now by twos and threes,
8O'er the slow spreading pools with clamorous chide,
9Belated crows from strip to strip take flight.
10Soon will the first star shine; yet ere the night
11Reach onward to the pale-green distances,
12The sun's last shaft beyond the gray sea-floor
14And the long line of golden villages.
Notes
1] Les Eboulements is a town on the north shore of the St. Lawrence River, east of Québec City towards the sea. Back to Line
13] Kamouraska: Québec village just across the St. Lawrence River from Les Eboulements. Both are in the eastern townships. Back to Line